some scriptures advocate that we negate
the here now this feeling of body-mind
but our heart’s response is to celebrate
is-ness of being-ness divine aligned
a koel sings for no reason at all
imprinting in the void a work of art
so likewise poised in a benign bliss squall
we are the vibrance of toroidal heart
manifest form and unmanifest space
former the dance and the latter the stage
origins to the noumena retrace
peaceful pulsating light that has no age
what we dismiss becomes something we miss
clear sight barren offers not taste of bliss
surfing the bardo of no-thingness
between the manifest and unmanifest
sensing everything yet attached to nothing
awareness pulsates but consciousness is at rest
dwelling in the pregnant pause rebukes space and time
with our one foot in heaven and the other on earth
the power of magnetism dissolves opposites
that leaves as they fall bubble with mirth
By
resting
as presence
poised in silence,
pristine awareness
thrives as a gentle hum,
bliss replete, feeling complete,
throbbing as source of love and light,
soul’s pure effulgence that has no name
birthing a tempest which mind cannot tame.
Discarding objects caged in space and time,
our Self is poised at the stillness point,
pure awareness self-referral,
eternal and unchanging,
as a pillar of light,
life unmanifest,
as the I Am
in delight,
we are
bliss.
Prior to intent, in the unmanifest,
where creative will of God reverberates,
in us as the Monad, in peace and at rest,
the seed of desire in our heart then gyrates,
bringing about creation at God’s behest,
enacting its role till the desire abates,
whence heart quiescent it returns to the source,
in time dissolved stillness without use of force.
Ego indulgence is a brainchild of mind,
which labours within the matrix of space-time,
so to be free, head and heart must be aligned,
whence all that is then left, is God’s bliss beat chime,
melding with which, ego cravings are declined,
that all nodes tango dancing, conjure a rhyme,
enabling us then to reclaim Monad’s light,
which mirrors God’s heartbeat, throbbing with delight.
with fortitude drifting into quietude
attention effortlessly internalised
bliss beats making spiritual attitude
in staid cessation clear truth is realised
that we are living light crystallised in form,
vibrance of silence centred in every storm
where all that’s manifest and unmanifest
is God consciousness in movement and at rest
Employing the power of bilocation,
we’re both the manifest and unmanifest,
whence positioned in all-time meditation,
even though bliss mists dance, heart remains at rest,
soul’s eye twinkling, mood and mode celebration,
blossoming like a rose, we feel truly blessed.
Transformed from inside out in mind-body urn,
in surrender, we willingly choose to burn.
Our head is tapped, in bliss mists capped
and lower chakras join the dance.
We walk on a path God has mapped,
silence and stillness our soul’s stance.
The Absolute is recognised,
manifest and unmanifest
but we are not self-realised,
for ego’s an unwelcome guest.
Be this as it may, we are still,
poised in the void, by bliss seduced;
love perches on heart’s window sill,
leaving nothing to be deduced.
Be we manifest or unmanifest,
standing outside space-time or in its fold,
joyous heart tranquil, is always at rest,
luminous aura shining like pure gold.
Om’s the gong from which creation arose,
as also that in which it is sustained,
patterned in a dance form God Himself chose,
where we dwell till we’re from ego unchained.
All that is, is one consciousness alone,
which in the realm dual, is disbelieved
but befriending silence when we atone,
soul is from cravings of ego relieved.
Made in God’s image, we are living light ~
Flame self-existent, that banishes night
Two Gods: unmanifest and manifest,
paradox being that both are the same
and we too become That when thought forms rest,
thus in truth know that life is but a game,
a lucid dream, with no tempests to tame.
God’s heartbeat is the cosmic vibration,
be it the void or seeming creation.
“The word Om is like the sky, it is not the discernment of the essence of high and low. How can there be enunciation of the point of the word (Om) which annuls the manifestation of the Unmanifest?”
Manifestation springs from the gong Om,
wherefrom arises entire creation,
soundless bliss thunder in the heart, our home,
felt by our presence as God’s vibration.
We may say that Om mirrors God’s heartbeat,
life pulse that renews itself in itself,
source of aliveness and magnetic heat,
known beyond space-time as the light of Self.
Waves of the ocean, always in motion,
as are all planets orbiting the sun,
prayerful devotion sans commotion,
signals that consciousness is in truth one.
Navigating life maze with zest and zeal,
in-breath and out-breath has the same appeal.
“Know me as free from the all and from the details composing the all. I have neither illusion nor freedom from illusion. How shall I speak of such rituals as morning and evening devotions? I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Body-mind is akin to a car we drive
but knowing we are the driver, not the car
though no doubt ego helps us to stay alive,
we are untainted spirit that bears no scar.
We neither sit down to pray nor meditate,
for bliss pulsations within do not abate,
so be we manifest or unmanifest,
the core of our being is always at rest.
“If the supreme Reality is only one and stainless, how can there be here the hosts of gods beginning with Brahmã, and how can there be here the worlds of habitation, such as heaven? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky.”
The knowing ego has, is caged in space-time,
with body as the subject looking outward,
always joining the dots, seeking peaks to climb,
knowing not what is meant by, ‘God is the word’.
During sleep we dream as an actor therein,
forgetting we have created the landscape,
a make belief world where we indulge in sin,
till all thoughts cease and we imbibe love agape.
On befriending silence, ego cravings fade,
whence transcending space-time, our eye now single,
as living light, in nectar of love we wade,
heart delighting as bliss pheromones mingle.
Resting as pure consciousness unmanifest,
before the emanation of heart’s intent,
we mirror God’s heartbeat, by Whom we are blessed,
as wisdom of the sages makes its advent.
“How shall I speak of the Whole, which is non-dual? How shall I speak of the Whole, which is of the nature of duality? How shall I speak of the Whole, which is eternal and non-eternal? I am the nectar of Knowledge, homogeneous Existence, like the sky”
Be the truth visible or invisible,
whether as manifest or unmanifest,
consciousness is one and indivisible,
pervading all that is, yet always at rest.
Bereft of attributes, Self shines in its light,
beyond space and time, poised in drunken delight,
recognised as vibrance in the heart centre,
the quintessence of life, where bliss beats canter.
as both manifest and unmanifest ~
God alone is, so let all concepts rest
Surfing the bardo of the unmanifest,
pulsates Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic egg
and if we put our fears and desires to rest,
we are hatched therefrom, when for freedom we beg.
Befriending pure silence, our heart quiescent,
God then reveals our true form, luminescent,
whence in but not of the world in which we dwell,
the light of our Self shines in mind-body shell.
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